Chapter 48 WHAT HAS TO BE DONE WILL BE DONE

— Eveline — We were at the airport on the outskirt of Blakeden. Jasmine was weeping like a widow at her husband’s funeral. “Stop crying, please,” pleaded Jean-Philippe. “Come here beauté,” he said, his arms wide. She rushed to him and they hugged like he was a soldier about to leave for the trenches of World War I. “I’ll be back soon,” he whispered in her ear. “Before the end of the month, promised. Je te rapporterai un cadeau pour te remonter le moral, ma petite...